Most military men, when they retire end up either home, or working an equally as stressful and adrenalin riddled jobs. Cops, family men, security guards.

Phillip had joined the military straight after high school. Climbing ranks until he had thousands of men following his every order. He never gave himself a chance to think of a plan B. because for his whole life, he knew that was what he wanted. To be in the military, especially after growing up in Texas where veterans were honored. He'd die to get the dream life that he had managed to build in his mind.

And he did get his dream life. Commanding hundreds to thousands of people daily and climbing the ranks quickly. Until a bullet to his leg. Leaving his bone almost shattered and a long process to walk even a few feet with no falling over.

He was sent on a one way ticket home. The career that he had worked hard for, gone in front of him because of a stupid mistake that he had made that ended with him having a permanent injury that made him lucky if he could walk with no assistance.

If this had happened when he was nineteen he would have thought that his life would have been over. That he would have no other decision for his life than the job that he had worked hard for and made sure that he had got to. But he's older now. Able to see that there are other options in life besides working as a military commander.

Phillip had used the money he saved up while working to rent some place in Miami. He decided to put all his prior training to tracking people into becoming a homicide detective for the city in hope to get back that thrill that he would constantly feel.

Phillip would eventually make it past training, quickly making himself a known name in the force. He was good at his job, maybe even a little better than some of the other men in the force, he loved it. It was a fun job, he got to put his old skills from back at the shadow company back to good use, and he quickly managed to climb ranks in the force until he was one of the most well known names for the next few years.

Phillip had been working with Miami homicide detectives for years. He was on his way to chief. Until one day that he had randomly quit. No prior notice, no explanation going farther than he needed time to retire in peace and rest his body.

The next few years at the force would move on, they would find new detectives to replace Phillip, new rookie detectives and fully trained people that were just looking for a new job.

It was a hot summer. Every summer in Miami is hot, but this one felt worse than normal. The force had been moving on without Phillip fine. And Phillip was living his own best life. Enough to ignore things like recent murders that he would once investigate until he could not physically keep his eyes open anymore.

Phillip rested on a beach chair, leaning back on the warm plastic as his cane sat next to him on the sand. He squinted open his eyes when he heard sand crunching under some footsteps as heard someone approaching, looking up when he heard them stop by him.